The Tale of the Blood Diamond

by Laveen, Tiana

  “Zachary.” The boy slowly turned towards him. His big, dark brown eyes glassy and pure, full of life and light. “I love you very much. I will never be ashamed to tell you that. I love your mother very much, too, more than I think she realizes at times. I don’t just want your mother. I need her. She is the reason I can talk to you like this, to express myself. There are things going on inside of you that you can’t understand just yet. There are things going on in the world you live in that you can’t understand, but I will never let anyone hurt you or your mother, do you understand me?” He touched his own chest, covering his heart with the spread of his fingers.

  Zachary nodded, moving his head slowly up and down.

  “It is my job, my purpose, to protect and serve my family and my people…and that is exactly what I’m going to do…”

  As long as I have my son and Jayme, I don’t need anyone else. Anyone who jeopardizes that will die. There will be no discussions. No empathy. No tears. Only death…

  ****

  Jayme walked into the darkened house at two in the morning. The faint smell of rubbing alcohol entered her nostrils. She grinned at the all too familiar odor.

  Xzion has been in his lab…

  She immediately cut off the alarm, then stifled a scream as Xzion’s tall, muscular form loomed beside her. He appeared as if spit out of a cloud of dusky smoke.

  He whispered low in her ear, “Shhhh….” Then he led her gently away, their fingertips barely touching as he stayed two steps ahead of her. As they passed a series of blue lights in the hall, her eyes adjusted. She soon realized the man was stark naked. His tight ass clenched with each stroll of his confident stride, his steps commanding yet soft against the hard wood floor. They passed their son’s room, and as if on cue, he pushed his free palm against their bedroom door, opening it. A soft, romantic glow of pink light emerged and flirted with their forms. Jayme came around him, her purse half off her shoulder and her lips slightly apart.

  “You didn’t…you couldn’t…” Speechless, she turned from left to right, then in circles. The entire bedroom had been redecorated. Jayme hadn’t had a chance to put her special touch on the place, but nothing she dreamt of could have surpassed this. Gone were the stark white lights, walls and hard, silver and stone furniture. The walls were now covered in wine quilted material that looked as luxurious as it felt. She ran her fingertips across it, her heart beating faster and faster. A muted gold quilted headboard looked as if it were carved into the wall. The bed was covered in matching wine and gold sheets with a thick comforter and chocolate throw pillows. The new end tables, void of ice drawers, were chocolate and tan with gold accents and clear globe vases that gave a touch of modernism in the romantic environment. She glanced up at the ceiling and spoke softly, tripping over her own voice.

  “…You even changed the light fixture. It’s just gorgeous, Xzion.” A small crystal chandelier hung above her, catching the light of the flickering pink candles on the nearby vanity. He remained quiet as he leaned against the wall, allowing her space and time to take it all in. She sat on the opulent golden seat at the foot of the bed and curled her legs under herself, as if she needed comfort. Xzion slid his foot from the wall and approached her. He sat next to her and ran his long nose against her cheek. She sighed in his embrace, the weight of the world melting from her body as he pressed his palm into her back, drawing her closer into him. The scent of his skin, musky and fresh, titillated her to the point that her tired body seemed to forget its state of being. He lifted her chin, forcing her to look into his haunting, dark eyes.

  “You told me tomorrow was fine.” She grinned and slowly closed her eyes, while wrapping her hand tenderly around the back of his neck. “You had this planned all along.”

  “I did, yes,” he said matter-of-factly, a small, crooked smile on his clean-shaven face.

  “I know we’ve been, well, not together like that in a while.” She sighed and looked away from him. “The room is beautiful, Xzion. If this was your way to remind me of the passion in our lives, then you’ve surely done a bang up job.”

  “Thank you.” His voice rumbled close to her ear as he caressed the back of her hair.

  “How was Zachary today?” She leaned back from him, trying to stifle a yawn as she removed her coat and set her purse down. She didn’t miss the growing hard on between his legs. Her body sent her mixed messages. She was utterly exhausted yet hungry for his loving.

  “He was good, real good…” he said huskily as he gripped the back of her neck and caught her lips with his own. He licked and sucked them, drawing a slight moan from her before probing his tongue deep inside of her awaiting mouth. In the quiet of the room, she could only hear the man’s breathing and the sounds of his mouth diligently searching her own. Large fingers trailed down her neck and collar bone. With due diligence, he began the process of undoing the minuscule buttons of her navy blue shirt. Soon he ran his fingers over her lacy black bra. It pushed her breasts together, and from the hunger in his eyes, he loved the fit. His kisses became more urgent, his stroking of her nipples more determined as he maneuvered himself impossibly closer to her form, devouring her with his mouth, his love, his devotion.

  She moaned as he pulled away from her and undid her pants, tugging at the zipper as if it had in some way wronged him. They stood, facing one another. Before she could form another thought, her clothing puddled at her ankles, and she stepped out of the outfit that had clung to her skin for hours. She felt relieved to be free, despite the slight chill in the room. They could never agree on the temperature to have in the house. Even though Xzion’s brain no longer overheated, he still was a colder being. She liked it toasty, especially during the brutal winter, but Xzion feigned hot flashes, going into dramatics that he’d melt. He’d typically let her have her way, and tonight, she just knew he’d warm her up regardless, so she kept her objections at bay.

  He grabbed her hand and placed it on his rock hard cock with no apologies. She looked down at it, becoming reacquainted with the long, thick member covered in knobby veins. As she ran her fingers up and down his generous length, she looked at his hooded eyes. He swayed slightly to the right, thrusting his hips back and forth ever so gently, bumping the fleshy head of his dick against her grip.

  “Mmmm,” he moaned, throwing his head back as if he’d cum right then and there. “Stroke it, baby. Rub both of your hands on my dick.” He didn’t give her a chance to comply to his wishes, but simply grabbed the woman’s hands and placed them how he wanted them. He fucked her hands, as if her palms were the pussy he so desperately wanted to fuck. His cock heavy in her hands, Jayme dropped to her knees and did what she wanted to do since seeing him naked tonight. She took him in her mouth, deeper and deeper. On a groan, he gripped the back of her head.

  “Uhhhh, uhhhhh…” he moaned as he leisurely thrust in and out of her mouth. “Too long…it’s been too fucking long, honey.”

  I know…

  Too much time had passed when she found herself with her fingers in her pants at her desk, not recalling how they had even got there. His voice on the phone would have aroused her so, and a faded memory of the man frantically fucking her against the wall of their bedroom before Zachary awoke one fair morning made her almost have an orgasm… while a pile of papers soared haphazardly on her desk. She’d need a better lock on that little office for such a thing could occur again, and she’d rather be safe than sorry.

  He pulled out of her mouth, gripping the base of his cock. She looked up at him, still on her knees, worshiping him from a short distance. Again, he gripped the back of her head, forcing his saturated, warm cock back inside of her mouth. His knees buckled as she took control, relished him, and orally fucked him to perfection.

  “Uhhhh!” He stumbled back, taking her with him, his eyes partially closed and a look of pure euphoria on his face. Her knees, once touching the soft, new carpet he’d installed, were now off the ground and up in the air. Xzion held her around the waist, made her feel as if sh
e were sitting on an invisible throne. He walked right up to a large, circular gold mirror above the dark vanity, his cock in prominent view. He pressed her back into his heaving chest.

  “You see this?!” He grunted. “You see your sweetness?” He jammed his hand between her thighs, forcing her lower lips further open with his fingers, spreading them wide, making her review herself, take it all in. “That’s mine,” He growled. “When I tell you I want some of that pussy, that’s what I mean.”

  She didn’t like his tone, but her pussy did, and it wet itself right in front of him — telling her secrets. A sweet, thin trail of her love juice filled her opening, pooling, threatening to cascade down her trembling thighs.

  “Xzion, I —”

  “I don’t want to hear it!” He gnashed his teeth. “I know you have to work, I know you have responsibilities toward your job, toward our son, but you have some toward me, too. I have work and responsibilities, too!”

  “I know that, but —”

  “This is fucking ridiculous, Jayme, and I’m not going to tolerate it anymore.”

  With that, he wrapped his arm snugly around her neck, causing her body to pulsate with pleasure. The entire scene sickened her; the man knew her weaknesses and had pulled her card. In the mirror, his eyes darkened as she struggled, and his face became placid, as if he didn’t give a shit about what she said or did — what he would do next was simply inevitable. He kept her in the air, pressed firmly against his body, forcing them to watch the show in the regal reflection. She wiggled about, fighting only with a fraction of her strength until he’d lunged his huge cock inside of her, making her scream out and shudder as his pelvis bumped harshly against her ass and his moans and groans vibrated through her body.

  “Shiiiiiiiiiit! Yeesssssss!” he hissed, thrusting hard and strong inside of her, making her believe that the orgasm building inside of her just may take her out.

  “Oh God! Oh God!” she screamed as her body left her and went on its own fucking merry way. “Feels so good!” She turned her head back and forth, the loose curls from her updo now saturated in sweat from her husband’s chest as she wiggled and squirmed about to no avail. He wasn’t letting her go… She reached behind herself and clutched his arm, her fingers dragging into his tattooed flesh. She looked at herself in the mirror being fucked; they both looked like enraged animals as his thick cock pulsated in and out of her body. He moaned nasty things and pulled at her like she was some toy.

  “You can handle it!” he said gruffly, going full throttle, making her punch and swear, shouting it from the bottom of her throat. “I like that! You know how to take a damn dick!” He looked at her in the mirror, seemingly turned on by her animalistic grunting and the wild way she reacted as he pounded inside of her.

  “Fuck!” The word gurgled out as her body took her down an orgasmic path there was no escaping. He released her neck and wrapped his hand around her forehead, forcing her face upward and her whimpers and curses to increase. The pressure between her legs intensified. The man pushed himself completely inside of her, fucking her so hard, she was certain she’d need bed rest once he turned her loose.

  Damn…he really missed me…

  Xzion was no doubt getting his jones fix, settling the damn score once and for all. She gave up, falling limply in his grasp as her body trembled and her cream coated his shaft. He kept fucking her with righteous fortitude. Sluggish, she caught his hazy reflection in the mirror. The flicker of candlelight did little to soften his expression. Biting down on his bottom lip, his fingers pressed into her thighs, keeping her legs far open and wide apart while he jostled her up and down in the air, making her ride his cock steady with no breaks.

  “Ahhh! Ahhhh!” He lunged and paused before lunging yet again inside of her. The veins in his neck protruded as he strained, seemingly trying to keep his climax at bay. She watched in the front row of their love making showcase her beloved draw closer to a point of no return. She knew that look…he didn’t want it to stop; he wanted to draw the shit out. She grinned mischievously, then clamped down on his cock with her pussy muscles, massaging the damn rod that had her gaping open, exposed and dripping wet. Looking at his cock disappear inside of her over and over was too much to bear. She came again, her ass lifting away from him as she squirmed uncontrollably.

  He snatched her back into position, took a couple steps forward, forcing her to lean against the new dresser. Cinching his hands firmly around her waist, he held her in place, her legs dangling at the sides. She was still in awe, after all of this time, of how the man handled her. He carted her around as if she were light as a feather, and he fucked her ruthlessly, as if her body were a custom made sheath for his king-sized drill. Each time he lunged inside of her, her breasts swayed and he grunted loudly, deep and throaty, immersing himself deep within her. But it seemed as though even that was not good enough.

  Sweat ran down his tanned face as if an imperceptible shower were waterlogging his extraordinarily hard and sexy body.

  “Souti va!” he shouted, startling her, as his fingers dug deeper into her. He held her steady, rocking her with each plunge.

  “Souti va, Jayme! Dan yuirv orzert! Lapisle aji cone!”

  Her heart fluttered. She had no idea what her baby was saying, but his eyes held such intensity, and his voice quaked as the words poured out. She knew it was his language, a strange sounding bit, the utterances extremely foreign and difficult to repeat verbatim, but she could see the love in his expression.

  Then he reared forward, his forehead against her back, and slipped his hands further up her waist, exploding inside of her, the cool, creamy cum. He shook violently, yelled and spoke in that forbidden language, dragging her with him as he stumbled backward until they fell clumsily on the bed. Much to her surprise, he was still inside of her, his hips still moving in controlled, fast jerks. He kept her close, refusing to release her until he’d milked his cock dry within her depths. The icy sensation crept higher inside of her, until her own temperature had warmed it beyond detection. He breathed heavy and harshly against the back of her neck, protectively clinging to her form.

  “Xzion, baby?” She remained on her side, waiting until his breaths slowed a bit.

  “…Yeah,” he said exhaustedly, still panting. His drained tone pulsated within her as his warm breath tickled her ear.

  “What — what were you saying just a minute ago?”

  She swam in uncomfortable silence, only hearing his heavy breathing and no answer for quite some time.

  “I said that I love you…” He swallowed. “And I said that you’re my everything.”

  Jayme lay there with a throbbing pussy and a choked up heart. This fucking man was going to be the death of her. He made her feel things she didn’t even know existed. Love so intense, so rich. He gave her a child, a son. This was a new life for her. Being a wife and mother had not occupied the scope of her thoughts on a daily basis before Xzion had entered her life. She was a task-oriented person, and dealt in the land of reality. Yet, being married to Xzion presented odd scenarios on a continuous basis, and she couldn’t turn away and ignore it — she had to seize it with both hands, and deal with it head on.

  She flipped in his loose embrace and faced him. His wet cock bumped against her body as she pressed into his frame. Sliding her hand softly up and down his chest, she returned his loving gaze. The man looked utterly tired. He was under so much stress; there were no words to even properly describe it. When he’d gotten back from Zarkstorm, he told her the things to look for regarding murders from the Yuledrakes. She knew he was playing it down, giving her the bare minimum of information. She hated that; she wanted him to let her in, let her help. Instead, he just used her as a clean-up service for scattered corpses. She didn’t understand these Yuledrakes he spoke of, nor why he felt he had to single-handedly take them on. She was worried about her sweetheart. Xzion had a problem accepting help from others; it was one of his biggest challenges. But she knew, as his wife and friend, if he didn’
t put his pride aside, he’d pay dearly.

  “Teach me.” She nuzzled closer to him, manipulating him, worming her way into his good graces as she strategically lifted her long, brown leg and wrapped it around his taught, muscular thigh.

  “Teach you what, baby?” He gently ran his thumb over her jaw.

  “Your language.” She smiled into his eyes.

  “It’s hard to learn from what I’ve been told, but I can teach you, if you wish.”

  “I’ve never heard anything like it. It kinda…it kinda sounds like Spanish, German and Dutch mixed together — so strange, but you say it so beautifully.”

  “Souti va, means, ‘I love you.’ It is actually rough to translate into English, for it is much more serious than even, ‘I love you.’ It has connotations that the one saying it would die for you. When we add a name on the end of , it becomes specific. Dan yuirv orzert is a loving way of saying, ‘my sweetheart’, ‘my baby’, ‘my dear.’ Lapisle aji cone, ‘you’re my everything’, in this context. Lapisle means, ‘you are’, you’re, but it is only used when referring to a married partner, even in spirit. It is considered blasphemous to call a woman lapisle if she is not your partner. It is specifically used for a mate, a lover, whom you adore.” A weak smile spread across his face as he gave her a Zarkstormian Warrior linguistic crash course.

  “That’s beautiful, Xzion.”

  “I’ve been speaking it around Zachary.” He sat up a bit, resting his head on his hand and digging his elbow into the fresh, new fabric that layered their lover’s nest. “He’ll need to know it.”

  She mulled what he said, tossing it from side to side within her head trying to make sense of the matter.

  “All Zarkstormian children are taught the ‘old world’ language?” she questioned.

  “Most are. Warrior children are taught it in school, but all Zarkstormian children speak our language fluently by age two and a half, tops, and most, also know Zala, which is the warrior Zarkstormian language. They sound similar, but there are many words we use that the mainstream language users don’t. It is kind of like Latin to you all. No one really uses some of the words I just spoke to you anymore, but most Zarkstormians can read it and speak it.”